Garlic vs fries at Giants vs Cardinals
Monday, I had lobster bisque, steak frites, red wine, and lemon torte for lunch with Lia. For dinner, we got Chicago-style deep-dish pizza because we’re hedonists. And then ate Bouchon Bakery cookies for dessert. The next day I felt fine.
Last night, I took my sister’s cruncy vegan ass out to Millennium, where I found two delicious salady things on the menu, so I ordered them both. I had spicy kale with peanuts and then a caesar-y salad with smoked tofu and a bunch of vegetarian snacks (it was all wonderful). About an hour after we left, I started to feel a bit queasy. It was a long BART ride home. This morning, I still feel kind of shitty.
What the fuck, Nature? I get a hangover after a fucking vegetable binge? I ate your food and this is how you repay me? I’m going back to Bouchon.
I am about to see a movie in Oakland and there is a guy in a tuxedo playing Christmas songs on an antique pipe organ. This is obviously the best movie theater in the world.
Just bought my ticket to go see this with some other SF Tumblrs. Jealous much?
Oscar watches a beautiful sunset over the Golden Gate Bridge.
For the morning crowd.